It's Friday afternoon at 5:00 pm local time and I am waiting around for the furniture delivery guys to show up with the new bed. They said that it would be between 2pm and 6pm, so I guess they mean 6pm.

I solved yesterday's mystery about why the steers in the picture I took are wearing ear muffs. It turns out that it is really a heavy-duty receiver unit that they use to play soothing music for the steers. Studies have shown that the steers will run faster if they have been exposed to soothing music.

Okay that was a complete lie. I asked my friend Greg, a real rodeo guy, and he says that the ear muffs are really a brace to to keep the steer's horns from getting damaged when a cowboy jumps off a horse onto them and twists their heads. The steers would be better off if my story was the truth.

Here's something that bugs me. I hate it when charities ask me for money, especially when the ones I already give to ask for more.

My undeniable rule for life is, if you bug me for money you aren't getting any. Okay, that is also a lie. If you ask me for more money that I already gave you, you aren't getting it.

Take for example our local food bank. Each month my bank sends them a check and each month I get a letter from the food bank acknowledging my donation, and asking for more. Periodically, I also get a "Planned Giving" newsletter from them, inviting me to investigate how I can leave my money to them when I die. They genuinely believe that the possibility exists that I am willing the vast Sneed fortune to them. I am fairly sure that a gang of Sneed heirs would burn me in effigy and the food bank to the ground, should we choose to do that.

Then there is the Salvation Army. I appreciate the work they do, especially with people struggling with addiction, so I give to them each month. Every month I get a nice letter from Major Someone-or-Another asking for more money. It just irks me.

Also, there is the little matter of who has been selling my name to whom. If I knew for certain I would stop giving them money. We get solicitations from a bunch of organizations. Evidently, they exchange names with one another. I have several lifetime's supply of address labels from all the fine organizations who gave me a little gift in anticipation of my largess. Sorry to disappoint.

I get that charities have to ask and that past giving is the best predictor of future giving, but it still bothers me. My hangup, I suppose.

Hold on a minute please.

(crickets chirping)

I had to take a break there because the doorbell just rang. It only rang once, a solitary ding-dong, and by the time I crossed the thirty feet to the door, I could see one of my furniture delivery guys scrambling to get into the truck, and waving to driver to get moving. I had to go out in front and yell at them to stop. This must be how they make up time. Ring the bell and run like hell. Not that it mattered anyway.

They hauled the bed in and the foot board wouldn't attach to the rest of the bed because the holes were drilled wrong. This is a normal Sneed development. They had to take it back to the store and we await further developments.

As Rosanne Rosanna-Rosanna Danna always said, "If it's not one thing, it's another."

Merle.





Things in this blog represented to be fact, may or may not actually be true. The writer is frequently wrong, sometimes just full of it, but always judgemental and cranky


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